The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

"See, you can't do it, can you?"

"Anyway, that function is no longer available here. It's still just a platform for you guys to have secret rendezvous, so why bother with these details?"

He turned around and stuffed his already dried hands back into the hole, staining them with blood. He gestured with his dripping bloody hands in front of the angel, even flicking his fingers, before throwing the dark blood into the brazier.

"Besides, if demons are lowly, then how noble are you angels who were created to fight demons?"

His elegance gradually faded, and the man, who initially appeared to be just an ordinary person without any threat, slowly shed his disguise.

An aura of evil, chaos, disorder, and sulfur slowly flowed from his body.

That feeling was even purer and more evil than the demons that had fallen before...

He was also a demon, and even more so than that corpse!

"You are all nothing but toys of the gods, so why do you insist on packaging yourselves as messengers of justice?"

Are you tired?

card.

Behind the demon mask, green eyes stared at the angel before him, and he deliberately switched to celestial language to speak:

"A discarded toy with white wings."

insult.

Provoked, the demon tore off its disguise and unleashed its malice upon the angel, its sworn enemy.

"Or have you forgotten what manners are after being abandoned?"

He sighed and lamented:

"That's really pitiful."

"Didn't some old guy just blow himself up? Is it really necessary to..."

But in the next instant, a sword blade formed from condensed light tore through the air, rapidly approaching with an aura of holiness.

The angel, with a cold expression, thrust her sword directly at the man's brow without holding back at all.

This time, the angel was serious.

But the angel did not succeed. The sword formed from light was grabbed and crushed by a large, scaled hand before it could reach the mask!

card!

"Oh?"

His former elegance vanished, and the man who was just moments before relaxed and at ease became a completely different person.

The tall, elegant nobleman vanished, replaced by a monster even larger and more imposing than the fallen demon.

His original formal attire was torn to shreds, leaving only his trousers barely holding together to maintain his privacy and dignity.

His dark red skin was covered with scales and barbs, and his massive muscles were as knotted as rocks. Just by looking at him, you could feel his brutality and savagery.

The gentle voice disappeared, and his voice became thick and deep, like a giant rock constantly rubbing against each other.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very rude?"

"Don't you know that suddenly attacking someone is a very rude thing to do?"

call……

Between gasps, sulfurous smoke spread from the demon's body, then ignited the instant it came into contact with the flames in the brazier.

boom!

Flames engulfed his body, but the demon paid no heed, instead stretching out his body with enjoyment.

Kakaka...

A sickening sound came from his body, and the demon roared with pleasure.

"It seems you need someone to teach you about manners."

Crackling sound.

The dimly lit hall fell silent for a moment, except for the crackling sounds coming from the flames burning in the brazier.

The dark dragon bones, which had been burning continuously, exhausted the last energy in their marrow, and thus met their final destruction.

At that very moment, the figures of angels and demons rapidly approached each other, and a battle to the death was about to erupt!

but……

"enough!"

Chapter 271 The Outsider

"stop!"

The aged voice, filled with intense anger, rebuked both the angel and the demon.

Just as a real battle was about to break out, the others present finally couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to stop the farce.

The figure that suddenly appeared was small in stature, but it unleashed a power that drew everyone's attention.

He caught the attacks from both the angel and the demon at the same time, and then threw them both back with force!

"What are you doing? Turning your swords against your own allies and then waiting to become a laughingstock for humanity?"

A short but stout old man, leaning on a cane, stood between the two and said coldly:

"I don't care how much you angels and demons hate each other, but I won't allow you to run wild here!"

This place is important not only to angels, but also to everyone else.

However, neither of them paid any attention to this once they were in combat mode; instead, they continued to charge forward.

Clang!

"I said, have you made enough of a scene?"

"Let's stop here."

Before the angel and the demon, a figure appeared, blocking their view.

"We have gathered here not to fight."

"Our enemy is humanity, you must understand that!"

They demonstrated their strength while earnestly offering advice.

What was once a legendary land of humankind has ultimately become a place for the persecution of humanity.

Isn't this a kind of tragedy?

The demon, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, regained his composure much faster than the angel when he saw the obstruction.

He took a half step back, shrugged, and said:

"You all saw it, he attacked first!"

Shut up!

On the other side, the angel glared at the innocent-looking demon, snorted, and released the lightsaber in his hand.

Seeing that the situation had changed, the old dwarf softened his tone and said:

"And don't you know? Fighting is not allowed here."

The old man pointed with his cane to the line between the firelight and shadow, and said:

"There is no way to cause harm to the sacred sanctuary under the firelight."

He drew his dagger and slashed it across his arm; the sharp blade clearly cut through the muscle, but no wound appeared.

From ancient times to the present, this place has never been a place where blood and fire can tread.

It was once mysterious and unpredictable, then it became a shrine for communicating with the gods, and now it has become a place for secret meetings.

But no matter how things change, there is a transcendent power here.

"Demon...what are you doing here?"

The old man with the cane turned his head and looked up at the towering demon:

"Where is the previous contact person? Why have I never seen you before?"

Upon hearing this, a sinister smile appeared on the demon's face, and he said:

"Of course you haven't seen me. Have you seen many people?"

The demon disguised himself again, transforming into the nobleman he had been before.

But this time was different from before; he retained the horns and tail that are characteristic of demons.

High-ranking demons usually have the ability to disguise themselves, and he is no exception.

"As for the previous contact person..."

He turned and kicked the tall demon's stiff body, then stepped on its head and laughed:

"Isn't it right here?"

"Their faction leader is dead, so I'll be in charge of things here from now on."

Naked brutality.

Compared to the intricacies of other factions, demons, accustomed to killing, are more direct.

The old man remained silent, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just shook his head.

say what?

That's a demon.

What's the point of talking to these lunatics?

Rather, this contact, though an anomaly to the demons, was actually quite easy to communicate with.

Forget it.

"Let's end this meeting here. If something like this happens again, you don't need to come back."